You cannot bisect
the darkness,
in this unreal world.
A silent pause in words
ups the rejection. You
go out of your mind.
A shadow fear,
follows you in corridor
of light. You become friendless.
Amnesty comes in
way, to dismantle the truth
of kill, without blood.
Don't chase the columns
of light or beautiful
orbs, in intense winds of black hole.
It swallows you
whole, when you want
to touch them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your feet are so small and childlike. Your left knee has a scar in the shape of my lucky number and two moles that trail up your thigh on the soft underside. These I imagine your lover touching with a forefinger gently while a caged bird waits to hear the uttered words.